The bill
of Mikey's baseball cap is pointing toward the ceiling of his room, his tense shoulders
vibrating with minute tremors, his shirt-tail hanging, elbows bent, fingers lightly
perching on the clavicle of a woman crouched in front of him—a dancer from The Golden
Spur, blond, well-built, obliging, sucking energetically on his semi-rigid
dick, his
cancer-tortured body crooning, grateful for this ecstasy that Cindy does her level best
to tender—free of charge—humming in a quaint attempt to egg him on toward climax,
fondling either testicle (he is trying), scrotum cupped, while imitating pressure, moisture,
depth of a vagina with the artful machinations of her lipstick-lacquered mouth,
encouraging (suppressing his untimely urge to vomit), arousing (irrespective his
astringent inner ache), masticating gently to diversify sensations (but the nausea has
risen), making slurp sounds (to his gorge), discreet about the time that it is taking
(uncontainable; pain revokes the pleasure), sympathetic (spasms start),
disturbed, when
glancing upward, by the traumatized expression that
betrays her subject's anguish. Limp, his pride deserts her lips, and shrivels
of itself like a broken promise.

"Mikey, did I hurt you!? Mikey, you
okay?"

The touch that graced her
collarbone
with such polite timidity, bears down now like eagle talons...

... and finds himself in Cindy's arms (so
small, he seems; she cradles him), ashamed yet snug within her hug (so
frail, so light; she lifts; she hoists him like an infant), in disgrace, he
feels unmanly (carries him across the room), his eyes apologetic, resigned
to her consoling (tucks his body under a comforter), docile as his brow
receives her kiss; his face—gaunt, meek—shriveled as the cheeks of an
unfledged sparrow.

"It's okay, Mikey. You rest now.
Is there anything I can do? You need medicine? Should I call a doctor?"

He manages to shake his head; she
stretches out beside him. He sighs; she will not leave until his woes succumb
to sleep. He smells her femininity, feels its warmth; she strokes him fondly.
He drifts beyond the reach of all that hurts.